ART Roberto Harrison

BOOKS Svetlana Alexievich

MUSIC The Drew Blood BOOG CITY POETRY Behrle, A. Berrigan, Cole A COMMUNITY NEWSPAPER FROM A GROUP OF ARTISTS AND WRITERS BASED IN AND AROUND NEW YORK CITY’S EAST VILLAGE ISSUE 24 APRIL 2005 FREE Fragments of a Shattered Hope Brazil Makes War on Sohno Real Squatters

BY BRAD WILL the region. There were he first time I ever squatted was almost eight barricades, all of them an accident. I was living in Boulder, guarded night and day. TColorado, and all of my crazy poet It got really dark without roomies fled the scene. I stayed and didn’t streetlights, and it was even have the phone number for the landlord. disorienting. I came to the LES looking for trouble and Two nights in a row the I landed, broke and confused, on my friends. police came to attack after They took me in at the 5th Street squat, urban midnight. Tear gas crept camping with water from the hydrant, bucket up, concussion grenades e x p l o d e d Near the barricades everywhere. Two nights in a row the people were at the ready— barricade burst into flames and lit T-shirts for masks, some up the night and the community with slingshots and Molotov fought back, their silhouettes cocktails, but the norm was floating, blurring a nice big stick. in pure black inside the inferno. S l i n g s h o t s flush toilets, and unpredictable electricity. singing, fireworks spraying, a Eventually the city came with a wrecking Molotov would miss its mark. crane, and I almost got knocked down with The police brought it up with the building. The city didn’t care that I was still incendiary flares and rubber inside trying to stop the horror. bullets. The second night I floated to different squats in the ’hood for they used real bullets—they The Squatters in Sohno Real moments before the military police years and fought the good fight for housing, have such a distinct sound and I dug in deep and locked down in the as they whiz by your head. invade, shooting. Brad Will photo community garden struggle. They stole my Inside the camp someone heart, those old tenements, and the simple was screaming with a bullet wound clean was creeping and chattering, gripping your filming, and twice got shot at by passing military captured plots of green free space. Pure direct through his bicep. A policeman was wounded. teeth. No sleep again, the morning dead quiet. police. They came screaming, but I could only action—you are not talking politics and yelling They vanished and the barricade kept burning Then an announcement on a loudspeaker: 30 understand bits and pieces. I was explaining in the streets; you are doing it, making it real, for hours. No one knew if they would return in trucks on the road, full of military police. The I was a journalist from the U.S.A. The police, and sharing it with the community. a few minutes or never. governor had promised 2,500 police and with their pistols pointed at my head, didn’t Wanderlust eventually did me in. I reached We got no sleep. Daylight always came they were on their way. People trickled to the seem interested in my credentials. When they South America as a media activist with up strange and brilliant in the camp. So cruel main entrance, but there was no panic. Slowly hit me it was first in the back of the head, then contacts from IMCistas I met squatting at the was this beauty, the contrast at dawn—the sun the police closed the roads, slowly their buses one threw me down, three or four kicked me, Independent Media Center office in New smiling on the simple homes and the flowers filled the plaza, slowly they unloaded their then one on top hard with his knee in my back. York City. I visited MST (the landless workers opening their eyes, pineapple and banana human cargo. Inside people sang the national Then the plastic handcuffs like a vise. I got on movement) rural encampments in Brazil, and trees, gathering water from the well, a black anthem of Brazil. A group of women formed a my feet looking for my video camera. What the saw a whole different side to squatting. spot in the road where the tires had burned line to pray hard and loud. Soon a large group fuck happened? I stumbled dazed in the sun I came to Goiânia, Brazil after I connected through. There was silence but for a few feet joined them with children and white flags. The into a different group of police. One smacked with some great IMC media activists in Porto slowly making their way to work, to scrap night warriors were not to be seen. The police me on the side of the head and almost sent Allegre at the world social forum. They told me through the trash for cardboard or bottles or formed blocks and started to move in with me to the ground, except another was holding of a squatter’s encampment called Sohno Real cans. The women were off to market, or the kids black and green battle paint, bulletproof vests, Please see WILL page 5 (real dream) in their city within the interior of on their way to school yawning. shields, and helmets, ready for the country. The court fight got them nowhere Life pulsed on just like the neighborhood war. Everyone stood terrified, and they started to dig in. They surged on the next door. Poor folks were trying to get by unsure what to do. abandoned land nine months before, after the living, loving, arguing, cooking, and sharing. Suddenly we heard owner of the land hadn’t paid taxes in over 30 Some had settled in nicely, selling everything explosions behind our backs. John Coletti years. A couple of months later it was election they owned to buy bricks and mortar. All of There was gas inside the camp. Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn time and the governor promised them they them were basically single-room dwellings The police were already inside Against the Wind could stay, and they started building for real. with a simple garden outside with yucca, shooting. Another explosion It was all talk. squash, or kudzu. Some were still camping in directly behind my back pushed The first day I arrived in the city, I was a shanty tent with a black plastic roof. There my body forward and my still dazed from hard travel and hit the camp was a communal kitchen that fed those who ears started ringing. Everyone just as night fell. There was a pattern of needed it. There were all sorts of Christians, scattered in a panic. Military nightly harassment that was escalating. The lots of Catholics, tons of believers, evangelicals police with pistols drawn were Then with it night before the police had shot some rounds of a different breed than the Bush voters back right behind me, one of them Waiting for one one to fall randomly to scare people guarding the home. Everyone was so nice. I wasn’t greeted kicking a woman. I ran, but Files of sky barricades. The barricades were inspiring, with suspicion but with a smile and a hand. You there was nowhere to go. Lose their papers layers of tires piled in a hermetic order locking pass a small simple home and they ask you in Shots whizzed past my head. into each other vertically, and some had moats for coffee. It was great kindness, generosity, I headed for the back yards Caught like rest with bamboo spikes and barbed wire. Near and dignity, in spite of the poverty they faced. and leaped through the yucca In copper whistles the barricades people were at the ready— They had built a dream in the dust—a new bushes where I saw an open Like nests T-shirts for masks, some with slingshots and people’s village, a giant squat, a community. door and a welcoming hand In the all-white brush Molotov cocktails, but the norm was a nice big Night returned after rumors flying all day. inviting me in. Everyone was stick. Many of the warriors were in their teens They had a regular Bible revival rally with affected by the gas and in and were excited, but they didn’t really seem singing and little kids and a few politicians. It a panic. A little baby was to know what was in store. Others were battle- was beautiful, hands all raised in prayer for vomiting. A man of the house hardened soldiers from other occupations in peace, for a new life. All the while the paranoia opened the door and I started BOOG CITY Issue 24, April 2005, free PRINTED MATTER editor/publisher David A. Kirschenbaum Testimonial of Destruction [email protected] amid frozen sex and violence. In the world something. I thought maybe someone brought it Voices from Chernobyl of Chernobyl, what is there might begin the from the forest.” Svetlana Alexievich copy editor same, but the essence is corroded, one cannot “But then I traveled to the Chernobyl zone. I’ve translated by Keith Gessen fight abjection. The abject is always already been there many times now. And there I understood Joe Bates Dalkey Archive Press within, just like ordinary death, but faster, that I’m powerless. I’m falling apart. My past no ead this book, above all others this year. more sickening, more furious. The essence longer protects me. There aren’t any answers there. art editor There are so many books chronicling our of black spots, tumors, cell counts, rumors. They were there before, but now they’re not. The decades of slaughter; why should we pay Brenda Iijima R “The Chernobylites are giving birth to children future is destroying me, not the past.” attention to this particular one? Because of the who have an unknown yellow fluid instead “Do you know that it is a sin to give birth? I’d Angel of Death, because of peaceful poison, east village editor of blood. There are scientists who insist that never heard these words before.” because of death from the very ground up. monkeys became intelligent because they lived It is already too late; we are here. It is never Paulette Powell Because this future is our future, a future in which near radiation. Children born in three or four too late; the future destroys us. Through pollution, [email protected] generations will be Einsteins. It’s a cosmic slaughter, religion, we have destroyed the world. ‘The Chernobylites are experiment being carried out on us.” Voices from Chernobyl gives testimony to those music editor giving birth to children who “There was a rabid fox here during the destroyed on the hinge of their destruction. Jonathan Berger spring—when they’re rabid they become tender, Through proxy, not as a warning—who listens have an unknown yellow real tender. But they can’t look at water. Just put to history? to warnings?—but as one of our last [email protected] fluid instead of blood.’ a bucket of water in your yard, and you’re fine. truths. That “things happen,” that we already She’ll run away.” died, that worlds are flawed, that “nothing lasts poetry editor “I had that radiation in my garden. The forever,” that technological progress has turned Dana Ward cause and effect seem non-existent. Whatever whole garden was white, white as white can be, us out of our flesh. We have come to the cruelest we do at this point in our common culture, we like it was covered with something. Chunks of winter; the rest is denouement. —ALAN SONDHEIM [email protected] are doomed. printed matter editor Living among animals and plants, of consciousness not our own, of roosters and Janet Richmond, In Memoriam Joanna Sondheim goats, elk and wolves, farms and gardens, trees and grains, village culture and wilder anet Richmond, poet and visual artist, passed away last December. I don’t even know how old she columnists-at-large culture, the brutal deaths of the world around was. Her husband Jerry Halpern, the owner of the famed Music Inn on West 4th, was adamant Greg Fuchs, Tom Gogola us, hunted dogs, destroyed cows, everything Jthat she wouldn’t want anyone to know. This makes sense. She was not someone who one could hiding, fleeing, sick and dying. The diseased think of being either old or young. She was a force, wildly creative, intense, and chic in her blue jeans are stressed neither from within nor without, and red cowboy boots. calendar editor but stressed by very virtue of existence near I met her at a Poetry Project workshop reading in 2001. The poems she read were not at all what Bethanie Beausoleil Chernobyl, doomed by existence itself. An I was expecting when a small gray haired woman with a giant magnifying glass in her hand got up existence constructed from human negligence, to read. They were crazy and sexual, full of life. Later I learned that she had studied visual art at the counsel not violence, not “if this, then that.” What occurs Art Students League before she started writing poetry. She had a solo show at the Asage Gallery, Ian S. Wilder is as purposeless as being, on the order of the and was included in group shows at El Bohio Community Gallery and P.S. 1. She studied paper plague, but a plague without remorse, without making and art in San Miguel, Mexico, and her love for Mexican folk art and color influenced her First printing, 2,250 copies. Additional the ability to take measures. poetry and her art. copies of this issue may be obtained Svetlana Alexievich, a journalist who Seven years ago she decided to take a break from art and to start writing poetry. It’s impossible for by sending a $3 ppd. check or money developed an immune deficiency while doing me to imagine that she ever wasn’t a poet. She read and wrote and revised and took poetry workshops, order payable to Boog City, to the research for Voices from Chernobyl, documents all the time with total commitment. At The New School she met poet Elaine Equi, with whom she studied address below. Paper is copyright the toll of the disaster, our toll, our bell for years. As time went on her poems grew even wilder and more alive. They appeared in issues of Boog City, all rights revert to already sounding the knell of death, through Hanging Loose, Lit, and Lungful!. She had nearly completed a manuscript, Lipstick Carcrash. She was an contributors upon publication. Boog monologues comparable to Bertolt Brecht amazingly kind and generous person who will be greatly missed by everyone who knew her. City is published monthly. Boog always or Alexander Solzhenitsyn. “The People’s There will be a reading of her work by Kish Song Bear, Anselm Berrigan, Todd Colby, Elaine Equi, reads work for Boog City or other Chorus,” “Monologue about the Fact that the Boni Joi, Erica Kaufman, Brendan Lorber, and many more of her fans at the Zinc Bar on Sunday, April consideration. (Send SASE with no Frightening Things in Life Happen Quietly and 17 at 7:00 p.m. more than 5 poems or pages of any Naturally,” “Monologue about the Physics Read more of her work, at freewheelingcarradio.blogspot.com. —JOANNA FUHRMAN type of art or writing. Email subs We were All in Love with,” “Monologue about also accepted. Please put Boog City a Damaged Child Who will Still be Loved,” submission in subject line and email Lullaby Eight + 3 and countless other sections are about the left for the doublebreasted dialogue to [email protected]) unaccountable. Through this one book of Thonk, plink, splat holy fuck! sounds voices, which demands to be read not as a phenomena are jinxed by informed sources BOOG CITY warning, but as a future anterior memorial of like a cereal box toy in my alternate 330 W.28th St., Suite 6H the hopelessness of the planet, the inherent three’s a crowd I am in constant motion New York, NY 10001-4754 evil of being human and our self and other universe my world is an earhouse destruction is seen. looking for glitter my self-made-kitchen- T: (212) 842-BOOG (2664) There is nothing similar in print except for the fertilized by nonsense rhyme, brainiac F: (212) 842-2429 early novels of J. G. 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2 BOOG CITY APRIL 2005 MUSIC Variations of a Scheme Doing Time with The Drew Blood

BY JONATHAN BERGER got this problem,” Drew sings, “I can’t make it on the rew Blood wants me to write an article about him. No. outside in the legitimate world … Oh can I never again Drew Blood wants to rule the world, and thinks me feel like a man and be normal—like him?” “Normal” Dwriting an article about him will help. “Please? Come on. features the themes around which Drew usually circles— You know I’m only trying to do what’s wrong,” he says. junkie life, nominal self-loathing, and humor in rhyme. Kate Goodrich photo It’s important that people believe that Drew is evil. He does There’s even some classical-sounding piano thrown in a fair job of convincing people. to show Drew’s own musical chops. The song is great. • Drew Blood owes me money. Drew Blood took my Throughout, of course, are the pure pop instincts that make Drew “If there’s anything I can do to help with the article,” Drew headphones. Drew Blood stole a girl from me a few years back— worth listening to in the first place. I have a weakness for this cut, says, “Let me know.” and didn’t even notice. Drew Blood is bad news. He’s a bad since it was written while the bastard was living on my couch. “You could pay the back rent,” I respond. man. Drew Blood is trouble. Strangely, this attitude hasn’t served There’s a certain sensitivity to some of the material. At least, He laughs. We both know that’s not gonna happen. him as well as you’d think. In the seven years since Drew first there’s enough detachment to be self-lacerating. Drew at once • invaded New York, he has spent his time trying to become the vilifies and reveres the life of degradation that he conveys. He’s While the singer/songwriter/jackass/frontman is named Next Big Thing, or the Next Next Big Thing. He’s founded and saying, “I’m not proud of the life I lead; it’s really shameful—but Drew Blood, the band is called THE Drew Blood. It doesn’t dismantled bands. He’s worked as ain’t it great?” It’s mean anything. flyer-guy, bar back, masseuse, and like a great cosmic “It just sort of grew,” he explains. “We ARE The Drew Blood.” soundman. He’s done everything The man’s ego is astounding. war was waged “But what is its significance?” I ask, “Don’t you lose the pun possible to keep his rock and roll over the soul of of the name if you add the definite article?” dreams alive. A residency at the It’s like the world already revolves Drew Blood, and Drew sighs at my ignorance, at my just not getting it. “Gotta Village Underground seemed evil won, hands go!” he declaims, and hangs up the phone. Like a lot of things promising, as did some prime gigs around him, or will soon enough. down. within the Drew Blood universe, it doesn’t really have to make at CBGB’s. His aggressive piano- “All I Ever Think sense. His songs change characters and switch tenses on a led pop-punk could have come from Ben Folds’ evil twin. His About” is one of several suicide songs on the release. It’s dime bag. Consistency is not necessary for Drew Blood. tales of being lost in a web of drugs and desperation could presented over such driving bouncy pop music, you can almost Since the development of this new lineup, guitarist Chris have followed in the wake of any of the New York garage discount lines like “You like the music but you don’t like me, I love Goercke has emerged as the perfect foil for Drew, the ying bands. So far, though, only a small ragged band follow the to hate the way you talk to me.” He wants to feel something to his yang, the cheese to his ham. On stage and off, they group called The Drew Blood. It does seem like the fan base is other than pain, wants to fool someone other than himself, to complement each other quite nicely. During each show, Chris growing, that the word is getting out. think about something other than drowning. Still, Drew Blood playfully hits keys on Drew’s electric piano. He pushes his boss • can’t help but seem smug in his seediness. around on stage, sings harmony, and takes on leads if Drew The gig at Crash Mansion was celebrating Goodfinger’s On a more touching side, there are songs like “Drown” can’t get his microphone to work. If The Drew Blood is the name CD release. It was a freezing weeknight, The Drew Blood was (“God, you’re so miserable, I hate you. I can’t stand of the band, then Chris puts the “The” in the title. playing early, and the crowd was clearly there for the main to look at you. You remind me too much of me”) and • act. Still, the energy was amazing. The songs were driving. The “Above the Damned.” The demo concludes with “Automatic Brian Wurschum, of The Voyces, asks me if I’ve been in touch performance was frenzied, with Drew Blood incessantly straying Self-Destruction,” another suicide anthem that has been with Drew Blood lately. from his keyboard, leaving his backing three-piece to play while transformed from some strange Pink Floyd knockoff to “Yeah,” I say, “I’ve heard from Drew.” Drew danced, shimmied, and harangued the crowd. The band something really quite spectacular. The material pops. You “How is he? What’s going on?” rocked, clearly enjoying the show as much as the increasing could imagine hearing it on the radio, if only someone would “Well, apparently, he’s just about to make it. He can’t really crowd. People are learning about The Drew Blood—particularly sign this poor wounded boy. talk about it, but something big is just about to happen.” hot girls. “Do you want any of them?” Drew asks. “I can get you “When’s the article coming out?” Drew asks. Brian looks dubious. one of my rock whores.” I don’t know if he’s kidding; I’m afraid • “Of course,” I say, “I’ve been hearing that as long as I’ve to ask. His manager gets into the act. “If there’s anything you need, known him.” • just let me know, and let me just put a thought into your ear. It Brian nods, sadly, knowingly. Drew Blood calls constantly, and on an erratic schedule. would be great if you could talk about the whole Drew Blood The number of times Drew Blood has narrowly avoided fame Sometimes at midnight, sometimes at noon. More often in lifestyle; the attitude, the blog, the shows … the whole gestalt.” and fortune are phenomenal, to hear him tell it. More agents, between. “Yeah, well, the problem with that is that I might give a little managers, and record labels have courted him than I could “Have you written anything about me yet?” too much information, right? I mean, he is a bastard.” count, assuming I knew who any of them were. The specific “Have you gone to the website?” He thinks for a minute. “That is the risk,” he says. information always seems somehow under wraps. That happens “Have you listened to the demo?” • in the business. You don’t want to jinx a delicate deal by talking “Am I famous? What have you done for The Drew Blood?” Drew has a blog at his website that details his adventures too much about it. Unfortunately, it seems the jinx has been in for The man’s ego is astounding. It’s like the world already in the life. It’s dark, vain, and pretty funny. He tells me there’s Drew Blood over and over again. revolves around him, or will soon enough. People talk about interest in a book deal on the strength of his stories, but I discount What I find most infuriating about Drew Blood is the sense of Alexander the Great having that same sense of destiny. Or Bob that, as I do most things Drew says. In the last few weeks he manifest destiny, how he deserves any success he gets—and much Dylan. But at Drew’s age, Alexander the Great had conquered wrote a touching if slightly illiterate tale of his oldest, most more. On the other hand, he’s got skill. He’s got songs. He’s got Persia, and Dylan had written “Like a Rolling Stone.” influential friend, who got him involved in music, who would talk a great band and is an excellent performer. He works the crowd Drew has recently finished a demo that he’s shopping to to him when no one else would, who believed in him and loved and is a lot of fun. Maybe he deserves to finally succeed. whoever will listen. He’s hoping these recordings will be his key him and made fun of him before The Drew Blood was born. Plus, if he ever does make it, maybe he could finally give me to fame and fortune. The first song, “Revenge,” is a boast about That friend just died of leukemia, Drew writes. It’s an honest the money he owes me. Drew Blood’s first piece of tail. It’s one of the weaker cuts. and strangely beautiful tale, but I don’t know how much of it to Visit www.thedrewblood.com. The Drew Blood play Fri. April What follows is one of the strongest, “Normal.” “Cause I’ve believe. 8 at Pussycat Lounge, 96 Rector St., NYC Major Matt Mason USA Birthday Party Show! Saturday, April 19th Bar 169, 169 E. Broadway, NYC, 21+

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APRIL 2005 BOOG CITY 3 ART Roberto Harrison Milwaukee

About the Artist Roberto Harrison is a poet as well as a visual artist. He often uses found objects like twigs or feathers as styli with which to draw.

4 BOOG CITY APRIL 2005 wood lay everywhere. A dead vulture was mattresses and bundles of clothes in WILL from page 1 at the bottom of a well. Sohno Real became plastic bags. Life was pushing forward. me up. Later I realized they were being gentle a living land without shade, a new dump, The bathrooms were packed and filthy. with me. fragments of a shattered hope. Lunch was the only meal and it was The police came marching out in formation Everyone I knew was shattered and mayhem, people pushing and grabbing, singing songs celebrating their victory—”We paranoid. The history of the military police little kids all confused and vanishing will put a sword in your skull and drink your in this state is brutal. Nothing seems to have under a sea of desperate arms. Folks blood!” Twisted. I looked into some of their changed here in the interior since the end of weren’t happy, spending most of the day eyes and saw darkness, cold hard soulless the dictatorship. Everyone—the politicians, the sleeping just trying to make it through. steel. Soon I was in the mayhem at the police media, university students, the middle class— These people were working hard to station. The pain started to settle in to the bone. talked about youths in the slums turning up build a new home and suddenly they There was a first aid area with puddles of dead after a tall tale from the police; about are piled up and waiting, some washing blood starting to turn black at the edges. I saw re-adjusting your car in the middle of the a few clothes and hanging them on people with stitches, broken arms, and bullet night and a few days later having an the fence next door, some sitting in the wounds in the head. They moved me along unexpected accident; about complete impunity, shade waiting for news, the kids running and after eight hours about midnight wild and looking for mischief. A passing cut me loose. Over The police, with their pistols disappearances. car hit one young child. I could feel the The author in Sohno Real before 800 were arrested pointed at my head, didn’t seem Two people from weight in everyone’s eyes. There is a and the bulldozers the community who stress that lingers deep and settles in, the the massacre. Indymedia Brazil photo (midiaindependent.org) were busy all night. interested in my credentials. testified got late night unknown, the not forgetting, the clinging People said they saw calls threatening their doubt, the silent fear, a held breath, the missing. Washington. The federal government stood bodies being dumped in the water wells and life. Every phone had echoes and seemed They are all missing. up and took notice after people made trips thrown into burning buildings. People were shot tapped. The police were the muscle for the One warm day the community was on the to Brasilia, the capital, using my video as in the head while on their knees. No one knew land-owning elite, which was clinging to a march. Both gyms mobilized and they walked principle evidence. The parliament voted to how many were still missing. colonial power that had yet to vanish. to the camp. They joined up en route and the federalize the investigation. One breath and it All night there were military ambulances Everyone kept telling me I should leave town joy was overflowing. It was a family reunion. will fall into place. All the pieces are ready and leaving the encampment. IMC volunteers or go into hiding. I was lost but something was They rallied at the entrance where the military they are waiting. All of them, the children, the were at the hospitals and these ambulances holding me there. There was an image I couldn’t police had invaded, together for the first time warriors, pregnant mothers, the unsettled spirits, never arrived. People saw trucks full of dirt get out of my mind—a thin woman curled up fetal since the funeral. There was hope. There was are waiting. On the one-month anniversary, entering in the night and leaving still full of and broken lying in a short pool of water at the a call to action for global solidarity put out on the young people organized a simple theater dirt and something else. A massive cover- bottom of a well. I was haunted. the internet and there were actions at of the eviction. They were learning to heal. up was underway. People working in the I would visit the gyms where everyone the embassies and consulates in Amsterdam, Time skips a beat, pushing through, and the hospitals were afraid to talk with us. One was sprawled around with fragments of foam Buenos Aires, New York City, Oslo, and struggle continues. The dream never died. later came forward in secrecy and told us there were 20 violent deaths reported at the morgue; on a normal day there are one or To help, and get Palácio do Planalto 1211 Geneva 10, Switzerland two. In the jail so-called leaders were being 4º andar - 70.150-900 Brasilia - DF Fax: + 41 22 917 9022 (particularly selectively pulled into special detention for more information, Tel: (61) 411 1225 for urgent matters) interrogation. Children were looking for their Email: [email protected] Email: [email protected] parents. There were streams of refugees and contact: no government plan for what to do with these Independent Media Center Governor of the State of Goiás United Nations in Brazil people. They went to the Catholic cathedral to www.indymedia.org Marconi Ferreira Perillo Júnior Email: [email protected] sleep and rallied in the morning. They gathered nyc.indymedia.org Tel: (62) 213-1456 r. 231 to write down the names of the disappeared. www.midiaindependente.org Fax: (62) 213-1479 ou 213-1481 Int’l. Commission for Human Rights There was a mass funeral the next day. An Email: [email protected] Mail: undercover agent infiltrated and tried to arrest After phone calls, faxing is best, Commission/Sub-Commission Team someone randomly, and got beaten down by then email, then letters to the following: Secretary for Public Security (1503 Procedure) the crowd until his buddy fired over everyone’s Jonathas Silva Support Services Branch head. Only two official deaths were listed, but Embassy of Brazil Tel: (62) 265-1000 ou 265-1050 Office of the High Commissioner for we may never know how many for real. People Tel: 202-238-2837 Fax: (62) 265-1001 ou 265-1002 Human Rights moved into two gyms across town for refugee Fax: 202-238-2818 Email: [email protected] United Nations Office at Geneva housing. A young man looked me in the eye. 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BOOG CITY’s Classic Albums Live presents The Original Broadway Cast Recording of HAIR At a Fundraiser for Our Upcoming Sean Cole Book, The December Project Fri., May 20, 10:30 p.m. $8, $7 for students and seniors, $5 for Poetry Project members

St. Mark’s Church 131 E.10th St. (bet. 2nd and 3rd Avenues), NYC The album will be performed live by Jon Berger • Regie Cabico • Cheese on Bread • Dibs • Bob Kerr • Prewar Yardsale • Randi Russo • Jesse Schoen

N, R, Q, W, 4, 5, 6, L to Union Square • N, R (local) to 8th Street • 6 to Astor Place • L to 1st Avenue • For further information 212-842-BOOG(2664)

APRIL 2005 BOOG CITY 5 Anselm Berrigan POETRY Lower East Side Tailpipes Jim Behrle For consciousness the world is décor I hear Park Slope, Brooklyn and a chopper is born. Sentences cast about for bodies in the exuberant wobble factory. Q-Bert believed in me in the dark, and that’s Why I am Not ‘Post-Avant’ not enough. To pass out and check yourself out, reading about tort reform gliding by the cliff notes said so storefront windows searching for a feeling no one’s felt in the last twelve seconds. Brain for I do not come after you lathered with coeval nightmare rhetoric of sociable extinction. Throwback smocks I just came and now must wait a while and tommy guns for everybody, no need to be bashful as a wraith, eking out a line of command. thus Paris Hilton gets to be in the poem Image extract to sprinkle on a more than reeling mind in charge. Up the stairs came a & livejournal teaches us about the kitty 1-2-3 inning. Obsessed with posture and it’s always curved in the jury pool, agape like a vague memory of getting wet flatbed torture simulations tooling around the Village. Routine shapes of feeling come down history books ain’t written by the conquered hard like a gavel calling culture to order, but I’m a bad criminal juror because I’ve been & you only get to name your kids or pets mugged twice. No response appropriate. I talked the first mugger down from beating objects succumb, at peace with being pushed out my fourteen year old ass into the ground as he walked me home across town. He liked fucking, so when the poet said pubic hair listening to music, being with friends and drugs and he slapped me five when he split. He didn’t I imagined her pubic hair want my radio, just the seven clams and another five when I got home. I think our long walk and talk which only her husband gets to see would make me an excellent juror. Show of nods. a list of things to say to the steady cam the uneven distribution of particles upon your face / some damage falling in sunbeam at departure About the Poets Jim Behrle’s She’s My Best Friend is forthcoming from Pressed Wafer. Anselm because they used every beautiful thing up Berrigan is the author of Zero Star Hotel (Edge Books). Sean Cole is the author of Itty City (Pressed Wafer). John Coletti (cover) is the author of The New the Jem’Hadar surrender also the dirty ocean birds Normalcy (Boog Literature). despite our manifestoes teach us to humor the elders we must bear black flag, please twist above the mall d.a levy lives Sean Cole each month celebrating Arlington, Mass. a renegade press Idiolect. Twit derives from nitwit. “No shit,” you say. But wait! Nitwit derives from the idea of a wit infinitesimal enough to fit into the pore of a small man’s skin. “Again, Sherlock,” you say, Thursday May 5, “You are a tit.” I thought twit was an original, the word equivalent of prime. A kind of bird. Tit willow. Twit fellow. Hence, birdbrain. The skull around it folded like a baby’s 6:00 p.m. fist holding grain. Minuteman is what they call a guy who throws his rice too soon. My-noot man DURATION PRESS • SAN RAFAEL, CALIF. could be the asshat waiting for him in the car. But you wouldn’t know it until someone read this poem out loud. My best friend called his childhood hate squad no-minds. He underestimated. Their minds were simply hid. ACA Galleries A small thing thinking in a small town. The Ten Commandments written on a pin top doesn’t thrill me ’cause I can’t read them. The world goes on in sin because it does. 529 W.20th St., 5th Flr. (bet. 10th and 11th avenues)

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6 BOOG CITY APRIL 2005 Poetz is the Everyday Place to Be for Poetry! get the ultimate NYC poetry calendar at www.poetz.com/calendar and visit www.poetz.com for links to TEN other regional calendars: Atlanta, Boston, Connecticut, Long Island, New Jersey, Philadelphia, Hudson Valley, Texas, Vermont, New Mexico Bruce Weber’s No Chance Ensemble performs “The Curious Journey of Belinda & Mark” in its ENTIRETY for the first time and Jackie Sheeler presents her solo plugged-in electronic poetics performance at SIDESHOW, 319 Bedford Avenue in Williamsburg, Brooklyn on Sat., April 16, at 7:00 p.m. Cover is only $5.

Cornelia Street is the Friday Night Place to Be for Poetry! Outstanding featured poets and the BEST open mike in NYC— Every Friday night from 6-8pm, and $6 still gets you a free drink! 29 Cornelia Street (between Bleecker/6th Avenue), downstairs Hosted by Jackie Sheeler, publisher of Poetz.com Upcoming featured poets include: 4/1 Hal Sirowitz, former poet laureate of Queens 4/8 Margery Snyder of About.Poetry.com & Whitman McGowan 4/15 George Wallace, poet laureate of Long Island

4/22 E.J. Antonio, future poet laureate of Westchester 4/29 Kirk Kelly of the Artists Worker Collective Don’t Miss Out!

POETRY IS NEWS Sat. April 16, 1:00 p.m., free

St. Mark’s Church in-the-Bowery 131 E.10th St., and Second Avenue

Curated by Anne Waldman and Ammiel Alcalay and including Emna Zghal on ‘Cultural Genocide,’ David Levi Strauss on ‘Abu Ghraib,’ Peter Lamborn Wilson on ‘Classical Iraqi Poetries: Homage to the War Dead,’ and Betsy Andrews on ‘Bi, Gay, Lesbian, Trans ’Front.’ Come support investigative poetics, imagination, sanity, and cultural activism!

Poets for Peace, Poets Against the War, Poetry is News

APRIL 2005 BOOG CITY 7 NEW YORK CITY POETRY CALENDAR APRIL 2005 IF NO BOROUGH IS LISTED, EVENT IS IN MANHATTAN. Bookstore, free 10pm Zero Boy’s Fool’s Funhouse till 4am, dancing, Nomad’s Choir, $3 3pm Gretl Claggett, Farrah Project: Craig Dworkin & Stacy Szymaszek, St. Mark’s BK=BROOKLYN, BX=THE BRONX, QN=QUEENS, BPC, $10 Field, Prageeta Sharma, The Ear Inn, free 4pm Segue: Sara Church, $8/$7 students + seniors/ $5 members SI=STATEN ISLAND. BPC=BOWERY POETRY CLUB Sat. 2 11am Intercollegiate Slam, BPC, $4 1pm Veglahn and Genya Turovskaya, BPC, $5 6pm Bluestocking’s Tues. 19 6pm Poet Barry Wallenstein & piano man John SPONSORED BY Memorial for Maureen Holm, Baggot Inn, free 2pm Thomas Politics & Poetry: open mic for political poetry, youth Hicks, The Cornelia Street Café, $10 gets you a free drink THE BOWERY POETRY CLUB WWW.BOWERYPOETRY.COM Sayers Ellis & Kyle Dargan, Brooklyn Public Library East welcome, Bluestockings, free • Italian-American Writers: • Poetry & Prose from the Writer’s Room, The Cornelia WITH DATA PROVIDED BY JACKIE SHEELER WWW.POETZ.COM Flatbush Branch, BK, free • Papa Susso: Oral Epics of West featured poets+ 5 min. open mic, The Cornelia Street Café Street Café, $6 gets you a free drink 7:30pm Poet to Poet WEEKLY EVENTS Africa, BPC, $5 3pm Lizard Lounge Poetry Jam: featured , $6 cover gets you a free drink 7:30pm Nights in Budapest: Manhattan: featured poet + open, Caffe Vivaldi, $3 adm, Sun. 3pm Two featured poets + open mic, Back poet + open mic, Nuyorican Poets Café, $7 3:30pm AfroBlue open reading, Food 4 Thought Café, BK 10pm Notherground $5 min 8pm The Poetry Project: International Writers/PEN Fence, $3 cover + $3 min. • Our Unorganized Reading, Special Show, BPC 4pm Poets House Annual Showcase, Music, BPC, $5 Festival reading, St. Mark’s Church, $8/$7 students + open mic, Mindy Levokove, J.D. Rage, Eugene Ring, Bruce Poets House, free • Segue: Dave Trinidad and Fred Schmalz, Sun. 10 11am Joel Forrester + People Like Us, BPC, seniors/$5 members • “rev. 99’s poetry karaoke,” BPC, $6 Weber, no lists/no bs/no time limit, ABC No Rio, $2 BPC, $5 10pm Staff Saturday, BPC, $8 $7 1pm Poet to Poet Brooklyn: featured poet TBA + open, Wed. 20 6:30pm Jordan Davis’s The Million Poems Show, 4pm Butch Morris, BPC, $12 5pm Steven Bernstein’s The Sun. 3 11:30am Hayes Greenfield’s Jazz-A-Ma-Tazz, Starbucks, BK, $3 cover + $3 min 2pm Readings on the Terrance Hayes and Falu, BPC, free 7pm featured poet + Millennial Orchestra, BPC, $10 6pm Three featured poets, BPC, $5 1pm featured poets and open reading, The Bowery, BPC, $8 inc $2 off at café/bar • Queens Library open mic, Jake’s Saloon • SynonymUS: collaborative poetry, The Cornelia Street Café, $6 cover gets you 1 free drink • Moroccan Star, BK, $3 + $3 min to restaurant 2pm Oblivio: Open: featured poet + open reading w/music, Central music, movement & image, open + featured performances, Phoenix Reading Series, featured poet TBA + open mic, Michael Barrish, BPC, $5 3pm Poet to Poet Queens: featured Library Auditorium, QN, free 4pm Readnex Poetry Squad, The Nuyorican Poets Café, $7 8pm Wet Ink Musics presents; Flannery’s Bar, $5 + purchase 7pm open mic, Vox Pop, BK, poet TBA + open, Munch Café & Grill, QN, $3 cover + $3 BPC, $5 5pm Simon Armitage & Susan Wheeler, BPC, $5 Timetable Percussion and Coptic Light, BPC, $10 • The free • 7:45pm Open Mic, Collective Unconscious, $3 min 4pm Gary Mex Glazner Book Party, BPC 6pm Cross 7pm Zinc TRS, Eileen Myles and Brenda Coultas, Zinc Bar, Poetry Project: Ed Sanders & Aram Saroyan, St. Mark’s Mon. 4pm Study Abroad on the Bowery! Visiting Country; The state of avant-garde fiction w/Noam Mor, $5 7:30 Kindness Inc. presents: April Fools!, BPC, $10 Church, $8/$7 students + seniors/$5 members Writers in Performance & Conversation, BPC, $10/$5 Martin Nakell, and Steve Tomasula, BPC, free 7pm Zinc 10pm I Heard it Through the Great Vibe: An Evening w/The Thurs. 21 5pm Naomi Chase, Denise Duhamel & Virgil students w/i.d. 7pm louderMondays: always an open mic TRS, Sharon Mesmer and Jeni Olin, Zinc Bar, $5 • Atomic Uninvited, BPC, free Suarez, BPC, free 6pm Po’Jazz: Poetry & Jazz, The Cornelia and feature, sometimes a slam, hosted by Fish Vargas, Bar Reading Series: featured poets TBA, Lucky 13 Saloon, Mon. 11 4pm Study Abroad on the Bowery! Student Street Café, $15 gets you a free drink 10pm CEC Russian 13, $5/$4 student ID (two for one drinks all night) • Saturn BK, free • Kindness, Inc. presents: April Fools!, BPC, $10 reading and Performance, BPC, free 5:45 Poetry Game Writers, BPC Series, featured poet + open mic, Nightingale, two drink 9:30pm First Sundays: open stage, BPC, $5 Show, BPC, free 7pm The Onion presents a night at the Fri. 22 7:30pm PEN World Voices Festival: Tribute to minimum+$3 donation 7:30pm Poetry & acoustic music Mon. 4 4pm Study Abroad on the Bowery! visiting Bowery, BPC 7:30pm Gillian Conoley, Jonah Winter, KGB Czeslaw Milosz, Hunter College 8pm The Poetry Project: open mic, The Village Ma, Free 8pm The Soulution, open writers in performance & conversation: Suheir Hammad, Bar, free 8pm The Poetry Project: Summi Kaipa & Sasha Travis Sullivan’s Bjorkestra, St. Mark’s Church, $15/$10 mic for poets musicians singers, The Flat Lounge, Free BPC $10/5 students w/id 6pm Thomas Sayers Ellis & Kyle Steensen, St. Mark’s Church, $8/$7 students + seniors/$5 members • Plastic East CD Party, BPC, $10 includes free CD 10pm The O’Debra Twins “Show & Tell,” BPC, $3 Dargan, NYPL Clinton Hill Branch, BK, free 7pm Bingo members 8:45 Bingo Gazingo, BPC, $2 9pm Chaos Club: 10pm 3rd Party’s Fourth Friday, BPC, $7/5 Tues. 5:30pm Open Book: Reading Circle on Milton’s Gazingo, BPC, $2 7:30pm Hidden Treasure: Albert Salinas open mic in Queens, Chaos Club, QN, free • The Yard Dogs Sat. 23 2pm Joanne Kyger +, BPC, $6 3pm Women Paradise Lost, BPC, free 8pm Open mic for poets & + open, Johnny O’s, free • Star Black, Colette Inez, Bill Road Show, BPC Writers Forum; open mic for women, 10 min. limit, The musicians-piano available, The Cave Bar & Willow Creek Kushner, KGB Bar, free • Pete’s Big Salmon: Jim Behrle Tues. 12 7pm Acentos: Jaylee Alde & open mic, Blue Ox Writing Room, free 4pm Segue: Ed Roberson and Cedar Restaurant, QN, free • Express Yourself Tuesdays: open and Matthew Lippman, Pete’s Candy Store, BK, free 8pm Bar, BX, free • Shaba Sher, BPC, $8 Sigo, BPC, $5 6pm Where the Apple Falls: Samiya Bash Book reading celebrating creativity for poets, MCs, singers, The Poetry Project: open reading, sign up by 7:30, St. Wed. 13 7:30 Poet to Poet Queens: featured poet TBA + Party, BPC, free 8pm Comstock’s Annapolis Review, BPC comedians, musicians, Brown Chocolate Café, BK, free Mark’s Church, $8/$7 students + seniors/$5 members • open, Barnes & Noble Bay Terrace, QN, contribution 8pm Sun. 24 2pm Bowery Arts & Science! World of Poetry before 9 one drink minimum, $12 after includes one drink The Galinsky Bros. present: The one and only Manhattan The Poetry Project: Cole Swenson & Jo Ann Wasserman, St. Bilingual Series: Bob Holman, Rachel Levitsky & Tim Liu • Featured poet and open mic, The Muddy Cup, SI 9pm Monologue Slam! BPC, $6 Mark’s Church, $8/$7 students + seniors/$5 members • reading their translations of Zhang Er, BPC, $6 3pm Joanne Untie the Tongue: Featured poet and open mic, Grand Tues. 5 7pm Sin City on the Bowery: A Mighty Nighty Peoples Poetic Politics Reading, BPC Kyger, Donald Guravich, and Michael Rothenberg, Medicine Central Bar, BK, free 10pm Stefan Zeniuk’s Open Ear, BPC, of Burlesque, 10 featured performers w/open strip 10 Thurs. 14 5pm NYU GAS Student/Faculty Reading, BPC Show, $6 + free champagne 4pm Idrith’s Grand Piano Event, $8 11:59pm Nite Cap with Shap! till 4am, BPC to midnight, BPC • Macgregor Card, Jennifer Knox, Arlo 8pm Lipservice: featured poets + open mic, I’O’s Bar and BPC • Jordan Zinovich and Hidayat Inayat Khan (spiritual Wed. 7pm Word In, Open mic for poets, singers, Haskell, Amanda Shaffer, Ziehersmith Gallery, free • Thomas Lounge, BK, $5 • Competition between 15 poets for $200 leader of the International Sufi Movement), FusionArts storytellers, etc., 5 Culture Center, $5 7:30pm Collective: Sayers Ellis & Kyle Dargan, Brooklyn Public Library Central cash equivalent prize, The Zipper Theater 10pm Candle Lite Museum, free 6pm sultry fusion: spoken word w/Leanne Unconscious Reverend Jen’s Anti-Slam open mic Library, BK, free • Women Poets at Barnard: Tessa Rumsey, World Music Bistro w/Felice Rosser & Faith, DJ Sal, Emcee, Averbach + jazz/blues w/Indigo, BPC 7pm Zinc TRS, John performance, artists, writers, comedians, sketch-comics, Barnard College, free 7:30pm Park Slope Poetry Project: Jack Silbert, BPC S. Hall and Sparrow, Zinc Bar, $5 8pm Balaklava: The East actors, and musicians, (six-minute time limit) Collective featured poet + open reading, St. John-St. Matthew-Emanuel Fri. 15 8pm NYU Gallatin Arts Festival, BPC 9:30pm European Reading, BPC, $6 10pm I Heard it through the Unconscious, $3 8pm Java & Wood, open reading, Java & Lutheran Church, BK, $5 Café Iimani Slam w/$50 prize to slam winners, Café Iimani, Great Vibe: An Evening with The Uninvited, BPC, free Wood, BK, free 8:30pm What’s the Word Wednesdays: open Wed. 6 6pm Emily XYZ presents: unusual drink on me BK, $10 10:30pm The Poetry Project: The Poetry Game Mon. 25 7pm Tim Hoey + Alea Harkawak Big Party, BPC reading for poets, singers, musicians, comedians, Sugar w/Edwin Torres and Max Blagg, BPC, $6 6:30pm Admit One: Show, St. Mark’s Church, $8/$7 students + seniors/$5 7:30pm Denise Duhamel & C. Dale Young, KGB Bar, free 8pm Shack, $5 9pm Nuyorican Slam, third Wednesday only is open mic, Flying Saucer Café, BK, free • Thomas Sayers members The Poetry Project: Talk Series; Alan Gilbert “Next to What?: HipHop open mic, all other Wednesdays an open slam, The Ellis on Tour, Barnes & Noble, free 7pm First Wednesdays: Sat. 16 12pm The Biggs Benefit for Cystic Fibrosis, Citing Poetry Now,” St. Mark’s Church, $8/$7 students + Nuyorican Poet’s Café, $5 11:59pm Afterparty: Midnights featured reader + open mic, Downtown Bronx Bar & Café, BPC, $10 1pm The Poetry Project: Poetry is News, St. Mark’s seniors/$5 members 9pm Bingo Gazingo, BPC, $2 with Moonshine! Closed Mic 1 drink min (drink specials ’til BX, free • featured poet + open mic, Jake’s Saloon 8pm Church, free 2pm Si Senor Party, BPC, free 3pm Farnoosh Tues. 26 8pm Daniel Bernard Roumain, BPC, $6 dawn), BPC, No Cover The Poetry Project: Diane Glancy & Kit Robinson, St. Mark’s Fati, Christopher Lee Roberts, Richard Sime, Lynn Wagner, Wed. 27 5:30pm Jane LeCroy’s New School Graduation, Thurs. 7pm open mic, Brown Chocolate Café, $7 Church, $8/$7 students + seniors/$5 members • Shawn The Ear Inn, free 4pm Segue: Lewis Warsh and Martha Ronk, BPC 7pm Staten Island Public Library: Hettie Jones, NYPL, 7:14pm Poetry Slam & Open Mic! Produced by NYC-Urbana, Randall’s Symphonics, BPC, $7 10pm Chris Genteel, BPC, BPC, $5 6pm Vienna Café Altenberg on the Bowery, BPC, $10 Dongan Hills Branch, SI, free 8pm Big CD release Party for the most successful poetry slam in the city! BPC, $6 8pm $5 7:30pm (re)collection: featured readers + open, The Asian Simplicity! Opener: Glue, BPC • The Poetry Project: Andrew Ebonics, featured poet, slam, showcase, and open mic, Thurs. 7 8:30am BRC Breakfast Meeting, BPC 3:30pm American Writer’s Workshop, $5 • The Last Word: poetry, Joron & John Yau, St. Mark’s Church, $8/$7 students + Music on Myrtle, BK, $2 • open mic, Kay’s Café, BX, $5 Thomas Sayers Ellis on Tour, Brooklyn Public Library theater, music! Sideshow Gallery, BK, $5 8pm Maurice, BPC, seniors/$5 members Fri. 6pm Buck Wild’s Wild West Show!! BPC, free • DeKalb Branch, BK, free 6pm Whitman MacGowan + Margy $10 10pm Frank Messina’s Octopoet, BPC, $10 Thurs. 28 Askia’s Youth Open Mic, BPC, $5/$3 youth 7pm Pink Pony West, featured poet and open mic, The Cornelia Snyder on Tour! BPC, free 10pm Center Coast: A Music Sun. 17 3pm Poet to Poet Queens: featured poet TBA Poetry Society of America: The 95th Annual PSA Awards Street Café, $6 gets you a free drink 6:30pm The Taylor Showcase w/open mic, BPC, $6 + open, Munch Café & Grill, QN, $3 cover + $3 min Ceremony, Tishman Auditorium, The New School, $10/$7 Mead Show, BPC $5 7pm Rick Shapiro, BPC, $7/$5 7:30pm Fri. 8 6pm Boog City—d.a. levy lives: celebrating the 5pm Susan Scutti’s Tone Poem, BPC, $6 7pm NYU Writers PSA members + students Ozzie’s Poetry Night: an open reading for poetry and prose, renegade press, with The Canary (Kemah, Texas), featuring Reading, BPC, $6 • Zinc TRS, Memorial for Janet Richmond, Fri. 29 8pm Dufus, Cockroach, Brook Pridemore, Jeff Ozzie’s Coffee and Tea, BK, free 10pm Nuyorican Poets Brandon Downing, Katy Lederer, Anthony Robinson, and with Kish Song Bear, Anselm Berrigan, Todd Colby, Elaine Lewis, BPC, $6 10:30pm The Poetry Project: Total Eclipse of Café: Spotlight poets and Slam, followed by a midnight Rachel Zucker, with music by Amir Kenan, ACA Galleries, Equi, Boni Joi, Erica Kaufman, Brendan Lorber, Zinc Bar, $5 the Heart, St. Mark’s Church, $8/$7 students + seniors/$5 open mic, Nuyorican Poets Café, $5 11:59pm Paradigm free 7:30pm Aljandro Varderi, Irizelma Robles, Ricardo 7:30pm Kindness Inc. presents: April Fools!, BPC, $10 10pm members 11:59pm Zeps, BPC Spillout, BPC, $6 Lech Pena Villa, Boricua College Reading Room, BK, free Underground Hip Hop Party, BPC, $10 Sat. 30 12pm Cat in the Hat w/Bob Holman, BPC, $5 Sat. 6:45pm Circus by the Sea, BPC, $20 8pm Lyric 8pm Ntozake Shange w/Kahlil El Zabar, Craig Harris, Olu Mon. 18 6pm ASLian Poetry-Storytelling Night, BPC, for ages 3-103 2pm Jack & Adello Foley, BPC, $6 3pm David Lounge: feature + open for singers, poets, MC’s, Food Dara, BPC 10pm Ntozake Shange Set Two, BPC 10:30pm free 7:30pm Hidden Treasure: Viviana Grell + open, Hellman, William T. Heise, Hilary Sideris, Adam Williams, The 4 Thought Café, $5 9pm Open, Neo Soul, spoken word The Poetry Project, The Ultimate Battle: Poets vs. Rappers, Johnny O’s, free • Andrea Baker, Sam White, KGB Bar, Ear Inn, free 4pm Segue: Paul Killebrew and Philip Nikolayev, showcase, 4 poets, MC, singers, and comedians, Café Iimani, St. Mark’s Church, $8/$7 students + seniors/$5 members free • Pete’s Big Salmon: Cynthia Cruz & Laurel Snyder, BPC, $5 7pm Danny Lanzetta, BPC 9pm Janet Hamill and BK, free 11:59pm Paradigm Spillout, BPC, $5 Pete’s Candy Store, BK, free 7:45 Bingo Gazingo, BPC, $2 Moving Star CD Release Party for Genie of the Alphabet, DAILY EVENTS Sat. 9 12pm Radomir Luza’s One Man Show, BPC 2pm 8pm Tin House/Bloomsbury presents: Book Party! Maggie BPC, $10 Fri. 1 6pm Thomas Sayers Ellis on Tour, Hue-Man Open reading w/18 poets, 1 musician, 1 feature, and disco Robbins’ Suzy Zues Gets Organized, BPC • The Poetry ABC No Rio 156 Rivington Street 212.674.3585 • ACA Galleries, 529 West 20th St., 5th Floor, bet. 10th & 11th Aves,, boogcityevents.blogspot.com, 212-842-2664, subway C/E to 23rd Street or 1/9 to 18th Street • Art for Change 1701 Lexington Avenue bet. East 106th/107th 212.348.7044 | [email protected] • The Asian American Writers’ Workshop 16 West 32nd Street, 10A @ 5th/Broadway www.aaww.org • Back Fence 155 Bleecker Street @ Thompson • Baggot Inn 82 West 3rd Street @ Sullivan/Thompson, nycBigCityLit.com • Bar 13 35 East 13th, 2nd floor, @ Broadway/University Place www.louderARTS.com • Barnard College 3009 Broadway, Sulzberger Parlor 3rd floor, Barnard Hall [email protected] • Barnes & Noble 105 Fifth Ave @18th Street 212-675-5500 • Barnes & Noble Bay Terrace 23-90 Bell Blvd, Bayside, Queens [email protected] • Barnes & Noble, Park Slope 267 Seventh Avenue @ 6th Street, Brooklyn 718-832-9066 • Blue Ox Bar East 139th Street & 3rd Avenue, Bronx [email protected] • Bluestockings Bookstore and Café 172 Allen Street between Stanton and Rivington www.bluestockings.com • Boricua College Reading Room 186 North 6th St. Brooklyn • The Bowery Poetry Club 308 Bowery @ Bleecker www.bowerypoetry.com • Brooklyn Public Library Central Library, 1 Grand Army Plaza @ Eastern Parkway/Flatbush Ave, Brooklyn • Brooklyn Public Library DeKalb Branch 790 Bushwick Ave @ DeKalb, Brooklyn • Brooklyn Public Library East Flatbush Branch, Church Ave @ Rockaway Parkway, Brooklyn, 718-922-0927 • Brown Chocolate Cafe 1084 Fulton Street www.oralfixsations.g3z.com • Café Iimani 148 Stuyvesant Avenue @ Greene Ave., Brooklyn www.cafeiimani.com | 718.574.6565 • Café Shane 794 Washington Ave. @ Sterling/St. John’s Place, Brooklyn • Caffe Vivaldi 32 Jones Street @ Bleecker between 6th & 7th Aves • The Cave Bar & Willow Creek Restaurant 10-93 Jackson Ave @ 11th St., Long Island City, Queens www.williambernthal.com • Cellar 325 East 14th Street @ 1st/2nd Aves [email protected] | 212.477.7747 • Central Library Auditorium 89-11 Merrick Blvd, Jamaica, Queens • Chaos Club 90-21 Springfield Boulevard, Queens Village 718.479.2594 | [email protected] www.thevault. org • Collective: Unconscious 279 Church Street, nr. White | www.revjen.com | 212.254.5277 Subway: any train to Canal Street • The Cornelia Street Cafe 29 Cornelia Street [email protected] www.poetz.com/pony/pinkpony.htm • Downtown Bronx Bar and Café 141 East 149th at Walton Ave, Bronx, www.bronxarts.org, subway 4/5 to Grand Concourse • The Ear Inn 326 Spring St, west of Greenwich 212.246.5074 | [email protected], www.mbroder.com/ear_inn/ • The Fall Cafe 307 Smith Street, Brooklyn 718.832.2310 | [email protected] www.home.switchboard.com/SpiralThought • First Unitarian Church 50 Monroe Place @ Pierrepont & Clinton, Brooklyn 718.855.2404 | 718.377.1253 • 5C Cultural Center 68 Avenue C @ East 5th www.5CCC.com 212.477.5993 [email protected] • Flannery’s Bar 205 West 14th Street | 718.621.1240 | [email protected] • The Flat Lounge 16 First Avenue @ 1st Street 212-677-9477 Subway: F/V to Second Avenue • Flying Saucer Café 494 Atlantic Ave. @ 3rd Ave/Nevins, Brooklyn • Food 4 Thought Café 445 Marcus Garvey Blvd & McDonough, Brooklyn www.food4thoughtcafe.web.com | 718.443.4160 [email protected] Subway: C to Kingston-Throop • The Four-Faced Liar 165 West 4th Street 212.366.0608 | [email protected] • FusionArts Museum, 57 Stanton St. • A Gathering of the Tribes 285 East 3rd St, 2nd floor, www.tribes.org • Grand Central Bar 659 Grand Street bet. Manhattan/Leonard, Brooklyn www.himinwin.com/ work/jd/untietongue_print.jpg • Green Pavilion 4307 18th Avenue, Brooklyn • Hue-Man Bookstore 2319 Frederick Douglas Boulevard 212-655-7400 • Hunter College 695 Park Ave, Kaye Playhouse 212-650-3786 • I’O’s Bar and Lounge North 7th Street & Kent Avenue, Williamsburg, Brooklyn $5 | 718.877.4081 | [email protected], L to Bedford Avenue • Jake’s Saloon 103rd and Lexington | [email protected] • Java and Wood 110 Manhattan Avenue, Greenpoint, Brooklyn, 718-609-1820 • Jewish Community Center Amsterdam Ave. @ West 76th [email protected] • Johnny O’s 2152 Westchester Avenue, Bronx Subway: 6 to Castle Hill Avenue, 718 792-6078 | [email protected] • Kay’s Kafe 1345-4B Southern Blvd. bet. Jennings & Louis Nine, Bronx 718-378-3434 [email protected] www.POetLITICAL.com • KGB Bar 85 East 4th Street @ 2nd Avenue, 212.505.3360 • Lucky 13 Saloon 273 13th Street @ 5th Avenue, Brooklyn, www.lucky13saloon.com • M Lounge 291 Hooper Street, bet. Broadway & South 5th, Williamsburg, Brooklyn, [email protected] • Medicine Show 549 West 52nd Street, 3rd flr. @ 10th/11th Aves, 3rd floor • The Moroccan Star 148 Atlantic Avenue @ Henry & Clinton, Brooklyn • The Muddy Cup 388 Van Duzer Street, Staten Island 718.818.8100 [email protected] | [email protected] • Munch Cafe & Grill 71-60 Yellowstone Blvd. @ Dartmouth St. Forest Hills, Queens | [email protected] Subway: E/F/V to 71/Continental then Q23 bus southbound • Music On Myrtle 405 Myrtle Ave, Brooklyn | www.musiconmyrtle.com | 718-596-MOMS [email protected] • The National Arts Club 15 Gramercy Park South • The New School, 66 W.12th Street, emily@poetrysociety. org • NY Public Library Riverside Branch 127 Amsterdam Avenue @ West 65th 212.870.1810 • Nightingale 213 Second Avenue @ 13th Street [email protected] • 92nd Street Y, Kaufmann Concert Hall 1395 Lexington Avenue @ 92nd Street www.92y.org | 212.415.5500 • Nomad’s Choir 149-155 Christopher St. • The Nuyorican Poets Café 236 East 3rd Street bet. Avenues B & C 212.505.8183 | www.nuyorican.org • Ozzie’s Coffee & Tea 251 5th Avenue @ Garfield, Brooklyn 718.840.0878 | the7thcoming@aol. com • Pete’s Candy Store 790 Lorimer @ Frost/Richardson, Brooklyn • Poets House 72 Spring Street, 3rd floor www.poetshouse.org | 212.727.2930 • The Prince George Tea Room 14 East 28th Street @ 5th/Madison 718.783.8088 | www.nywriterscoalition. org • Raga, downstairs lounge 433 East 6th Street @ First Ave/Ave A | 212.388.0957 [email protected] www.brokeland.org | www.raganyc.com • St. Mark’s Church 131 East 10th Street @ Second Avenue www.poetryproject.com info@poetryproject. com 212.674.0910 • St. John-St. Matthew-Emanuel Lutheran Church 283 Prospect Ave. @ 5th/6th Aves, Brooklyn • Shakespeare’s Sister 270 Court Street, Brooklyn 718.694.0084 [email protected] Subway: any train to Court Street • Sideshow Gallery 319 Bedford Avenue, Brooklyn Subway: L to Bedford | 718-391-9220 | [email protected] • Sista’s Place 456 Nostrand Ave. Entrance on Jefferson, Brooklyn [email protected] • Starbucks 7419 3rd Ave @ 75th Street, Brooklyn • Staten Island Public Library, NYPL Dongan Hills Branch, 1617 Richmond Road @ Seaview/Liberty Aves, SI | 718.351.1444 | [email protected] • Sugar Shack 2611 Frederick Douglas Blvd @ West 139th St. | 212.491.4422 | [email protected] [email protected] • Telephone Bar 149 2nd Ave @ 9th St www.telebar.com • The Village Ma 107 Macdougal Street www.brodian.com • Vox Pop 1022 Cortelyou Rd., Brooklyn www.voxpop.net • The Writing Room, Women’s Studio Center 21-25 44 Ave., Long Island City • Ziehersmith Gallery, 531 W.25th St., 212-229-1088, [email protected], Subway: C or E to 23rd St. • Zinc Bar, 90 W. Houston St., lungfull.org • The Zipper Theater 336 West 37th Street @ 8th/9th Aves